“Okay, squirt, here’s the plan. You jump on the pink one, and I’ll take the blue one,” Dash whispered.

“Okay.”

The two pegasi were crouched in the bushes outside Sweet Apple Acres as the spa twins trot down the road. Due to them being twins, Dash needed a hoof to capture them.

As the spa twins passed by the bushes, Dash leapt out. “Go!”

Lotus screamed as Dash tackled her, using her weight to pin her down. “Lo-lotus!”

“Use seaweed wrap!” her sister shouted. Scootaloo was clinging onto her tail and clambering to reach her pussy.

Dash tilted her head to the side. “Seawee—oomph!”

A large patch of seaweed came out of nowhere and hit her in the face, knocking her off of Lotus. Dash tried to breath, but the seaweed had sealed over her muzzle and eyes. She began to claw at the sea weed, and felt more of it wrapping around her.

Well, shit, this isn’t good.

Dash pushed out with her legs and wings, and could slowly feel the wrap tearing. A hoof poked through, just as she felt a warm rock massaging her sex.

Scootaloo has clung onto Aloe’s plot and buried her muzzle in her moist flower. She began lapping at it just as Dash had trained her, and Aloe struggled to pull her off. Finally, she tried sitting on Scootaloo but only succeeded in falling over.

Aloe found it hard to focus since she hadn’t been with a stallion in months, and was quickly getting aroused.

Meanwhile, Lotus was doing her best without her trainer’s commands, rubbing a warm stone against Dash’s labia. The pegasi was quickly breaking free of the seaweed wrap, so Lotus began pouring a mud bath onto her.

Fortunately for Dash, her wings burst through the back of the wrap and it began to unravel. She stood up, covered head to toe in mud and bits of seaweed, and tackled Lotus. They rolled across the ground until she finally was able to plant her face in Lotus’ snatch.

Dash felt Lotus slide into position and began to lick the mud off her pussy. The two ponies began a race to see who would cum first.

Scootaloo could almost taste victory. The muscles of Aloe’s well-toned plot were tightening up. She continued licking the walls of her vagina even after Aloe came. Scootaloo felt amazing, as if her whole body was tingling.

When Scootaloo finally got up, she saw Dash and Lotus locked in battle. She ran over to help and then tripped over her own hooves. She looked down at them as they began to glow white.

“Dash, help!” Scootaloo shouted.

Lotus and Dash turned to look towards the bright glowing outline of Scootaloo’s body.

“What?” the disembodied voice of Pinkie said. “Scootaloo is evolving!”

“I’m scared, Dash!”

“It’s okay, squirt!” she replied.

Scootaloo began pulsing white light, as the other two mud-covered ponies watched in amazement.

From between her legs a fifth limb grew outward. Her wings spread, and her feathers became the right size for a filly of her age.

“Scootaloo has evolved into Futaloo!”

Scootaloo smiled and ran over towards Lotus. Dash took this oppurtunity to grapple her, and pin her head back down against the ground.

“Scootaloo, use penetrate!” Dash shouted.

The young mare jumped up onto Lotus’ plot, haphazardly slapping her dick against her flanks. After some fidgeting, Scootaloo finally felt her new dick slide into Lotus’ moist sex.

“Unf,” Scootaloo moaned, “this feels awesome!”

“Lotus?” the spa pony shouted out. “Lotus!”

Scootaloo continued thrusting, feeling her balls slap against her plot with each thrust. The new sensations were quickly proving to be too much for her to bear.

She screamed as she came inside Lotus, and began to spew her first load of sperm. Lotus tensed up and bore down on the thick shaft, and quickly joined in with her own orgasm.

The two collapsed to the ground and after a couple of minutes, Scootaloo pulled out and her newest member began retracting into its sheath.

Dash held up her Ponydex.

Futaloo - the peacock Ponymon -

WT: 75lbs HT: 36in Length: 8in Type: Flying / Futa

Evolutions: Scootaloo, Futaloo, ??

Notes: Futaloo, the peacock Ponymon. Known evolution of Scootaloo when confusion of sexuality leads to fantasies of a gender swap and penis envy. Has been shown to cum in ten seconds flat. . . like most stallions.

“Good work, Futaloo!” Dash laughed and shook her head. “I’m not gonna go talk to some old stallion to change your name. I’m still gonna call ya Squirt or Scoots.”

Scootaloo smiled and drooled a little as her limp cock twitched.

“Now, to catch a spa pony,” Dash said. She reached in her bag and fumbled around a little, looking for a mummy ball. Lotus had seemed fond of wrapping ponies up, so turnabout was fair play.

After tossing the ball at Lotus, she heard a shout. “No!” Aloe dove in front of her sister, shielding her.

With a red flash, the Ponymon ball enveloped them both.

Inside the Ponymon ball, opposite forces caused the sisters to drift apart. As Aloe’s brain was re-wired, she began to understand the language of Ponymon and could hear her sister speaking.

“Aloe, what’d you do?” Lotus asked.

“Sister, Dash was going to capture you!” Aloe answered.

“It’s okay! I wanted to be a Ponymon, you didn’t have to try and save me.”

Silence.

“If we can’t be champions together, we’ll be Ponym—mmph! Mmph!”

Silence.

A thick plastic tape that stuck only to itself was gagging Aloe. It wrapped itself thickly around her muzzle, leaving only a narrow gap for her to breathe. Across from her, Lotus was calmly floating.

“Don’t resist, sister, the Ponymon ball will take care of us.”

Lotus closed her eyes as the plastic wrapped her from head to hoof.

Aloe saw what was going to happen to her and screamed.

You are a Ponymon now.

She mumbled in her gag and resisted. No, I’m a pony, I’ll break us both out!

There is no escape. Do not be foalish.

Yes, Aloe thought, I can escape!

Several bands of plastic yanked her forelegs behind her back and began to tape them to her. Both hind legs were yanked towards her chest, and she began to be mummified in the awkward position. Twinges of pain shot through her shoulders and hips as she was encased in plastic.

There is no escape, only sexual servitude.

I refuse to cum, give up! Aloe screamed in her mind.

Feisty, but you enjoy this. You enjoy sex. You are a sex toy.

No, I’m a Ponymon! I mean, a pony!

Yes, relax. Just let a couple of the thoughts in.

Aloe felt something hard slide between her legs, penetrating her damp labia and impaling her vagina. It filled her up and began vibrating.

N-no f-fair! Aloe whimpered as the plastic sealed away her eyesight and hearing. She felt the last of her exposed skin sealed away in the plastic and realized she was now completely mummified in plastic wrap. Even the sex toy was being strapped into place by the plastic.

You are a Ponymon.

Yes, but I—

You live to please Dash.

But, Lotus I—

The toy in her pussy doubled the intensity of its vibrations. Aloe tensed up and realized she couldn’t move a single inch in any direction. The Ponymon ball had bound her so tightly, that she was like a statue.

You live to please Dash.

N-no—

The toy began to vibrate even faster and Aloe lost control. The fact she couldn’t move intensified her orgasm, blinding all rational thought in a sea of endorphins. She squealed like a stuck pig and panted as the last of her will faded away.

Dash watched as both spa sisters got stuck in the Ponymon ball. “Oh no, what do I do?” She held up the Ponydex for answers.

01000100 01000101 01010011 01010100 01010010 01001111 01011001 00100000 01000001 01001100 01001100 00100000 01010000 01001111 01001110 01001001 01000101 01010011 6FFAE7539F84 127.0.0.1 GOTO 10

Updating Equestrian Ponydex. . .

Updating rules. . .

Set string “twinsAllowed == true”

Rebooting. . .

Spa Sisters - the twin Ponymon

WT: 90lbs each. HT: 48in Type: Earth/Twin

Evolutions: ??

Notes: Spa sisters, never seen separated. Their inseparable bond has enabled them to fight as a single Ponymon, with each sister being half of a greater whole. They pose a great risk of orgasm to foes due to the increased number of tongues available.

Admin Message: Stop causing system glitches, Dash! -Celestia

Scootaloo had recovered and trotted over to the wiggling Ponymon ball just in time to see it stop wiggling. “Cool! You caught twins!”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be possible,” Dash said.

“Can we bring them out and play? Can I fuck them again? PLEASE?!” Scootaloo sat down and gave Dash the biggest puppy eyes she could manage.

“Whoa, Squirt, you must have had a lot of EV points in swearing to level up so quickly!” Dash looked into her eyes. “Aww, not this again.”

Just as the puppy eyes began to work, Scootaloo’s dick began to grow. As she sat there, the innocent look on her face was betrayed by her eight inch member, and Dash fell over laughing.

“What? I really wanna go again,” Scootaloo pouted.

“It’s—You—look funny!” Dash managed between laughs.

“Hmph.” Scootaloo got up and walked towards Sweet Apple Acres. She looked a bit like a penguin walking, as she was unused to the stiff member slapping against her belly. “Just wait until you’re asleep, Dash, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh!”

“What was that squirt?” Dash picked up her new Ponymon and attached it to her belt.

“Nothing, Dashie! I love you so much!” Scootaloo giggled and imagined the amazing surprise sex she would have with Dash later.

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After a quick cold shower from a passing rain cloud, Scootaloo and Dash arrived at Applejack’s house. There was a large painted field in front for Ponymon gym battles. Currently, Vinyl’s Ponymon Octavia was fighting Big Mac’s Ponymon, Mr. Cake.

“Octy, use razor wire!” Vinyl shouted.

She broke her cello over Mr. Cake’s head and grabbed the strings from the instrument. She looped it around Mr. Cake’s throat and tightened it up.

His face quickly turned red. “Get ‘er in the face with cake!” Big Mac shouted.

He reached back into his mane and pulled a cake out, before shoving it in Octavia’s face.

“Octy!” she shouted and punched him in the throat.

“Cake!” he retorted, before tackling her and twisting her nipples painfully.

“Two can play that game! Put your pie in his face.” Vinyl said.

The two rolled over until Octavia had Mr. Cake pinned by her snatch. She sat her plot on his face and pinned him to the ground, and eyes hid stiff cock greedily.

“Eeyup, use lick and paralyze her,” Mac stated.

Octavia twitched and froze as a long tongue unfurled into her pussy, lapping at her folds as if they were a delicious icing. She took a deep breath of air and moaned loudly.

“Wait, uh. . . Octavia use constrict! Swallow him!”

She leaned forward, drooling over Mr. Cake’s cock, but unable to take her mind off the tongue and the two lips now suckling her clit. Octavia slowly pushed his cock into her throat and took a deep breath.

“Good, just a little further and tighten down!”

Octavia pushed herself further down, feeling the cock push past her gag reflex and towars her stomach. She got it halfway in and stopped as her pussy twitched.

“Further, Octavia!” Vinyl shouted.

She swallowed and pushed even further, and felt his erect dick poke against her stomach. Unable to breathe, she began to choke and swallowed even more of him. Octavia’s muzzle came to rest against his ball sack, and her throat started spasming and tightening around him.

“What in tarnation?” Big Mac watched as Octavia swallowed Mr. Cake’s entire dick. He could see her twitching and knew she was close to coming, yet for each convulsion it also pushed Mr. Cake closer to the edge.

Octavia felt Mr. Cake’s dick flare. It had nowhere to go but deeper, and as the head swole to double its size it locked itself into her stomach. Her muzzle was buried in Mr. Cake’s taint as he thrust his dick down her throat.

She managed half a breath of air, and could feel Mr. Cake’s pulse in her throat. She lost all control as he nibbled gently at her labia and stuck his tongue back in. Without enough air, Octavia had a mind shattering orgasm and began shaking and flailing around, speared on his dick.

Mr. Cake knew he had won, but couldn’t pull out. His dick was caught in her stomach, and as he pulled and thrust, he found himself reaching a climax. The incredibly slick and tight throat, never meant to be used as a penis sheath, clutched him mercilessly.

Octavia felt each bulge of sperm shoot down his cock directly into her stomach. Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the exhaustion of the orgasm that still hadn’t ended, when finally she felt his dick turning limp and sliding back out.

Once his dick slipped out, she vomited up his sperm onto the ground and passed out.

Big Mac shook his head in shock and recalled Mr. Cake. “Well, ah win on account o’ Octavia cum’ing first.”

Vinyl watched as Big Mac started fishing around for a Ponymon ball to catch Octavia in. “Oh no you don’t!”

“Ah’m the gym leader, and ah say ah do!” He threw a Ponymon ball through the air at her.

Vinyl ran forward and intercepted the Ponymon ball, taking Octavia’s place. The passed out earth pony didn’t realize what her lover had just done to protect her, or how futile it was.

Vinyl materialized inside the Ponymon ball to the sound of whirring machinery. “What the hay kind of ball did he use?”

Hello little dolly, you are going to be master’s new Ponymon.

“Like hell I am, I haven’t even cum yet!” Vinyl kicked against the sides of the Ponymon ball, only to feel them drifting further away.

You are not strong enough to resist an ultra-grade dolly ball.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing, now let me out!” Vinyl velt one of the walls as she floated there and began kicking it. She suddenly had the sensation of gravity as she fell down onto a moving conveyor belt.

You are an obedient Ponymon dolly. Submit.

Vinyl tried to climb to her feet but felt something holding her down to the belt. “No, I am Octavia’s pony!”

You are not a Pony, silly Ponymon.

“I’m a Ponymon, but I belong to. . . to. . .”

Big Mac. You are an obedient Ponymon.

“No, I don’t want to be Big Mac’s Ponymon!”

The conveyor belt moved forward and pulled her into a metal box. She felt a cold liquid spraying against her skin and a tingling in her loins.

No Ponymon can resist master.

“I won’t, just—unf.”

The liquid hit her horn and sent an electric tingling down her spine.

You are a Ponymon.

“Yes.”

A good Ponymon cums when told to. Now cum.

Part of her wanted to resist, but a larger part was beginning to turn on her. Vinyl struggled as the liquid hardened on her skin. She soon found herself unable to move, as two large metal rods were inserted into her pussy and ass. Another soon followed into her mouth, shaping them into love holes.

We know your fantasy. Submit, and this pleasure will continue.

As soon as the rod pulled out of her mouth, she answered. “Oh Celestia, yes, fuck me!”

Say ‘I’m a good Ponymon.’

“I’m a good Ponymon!” Vinyl fought to buck against the rods currently invading her ass and pussy. She wanted to be a sex doll, a Ponymon, and she wanted to be fucked. It was everything she ever wanted.

Say ‘I will obey Big Mac.’

“Yes, I will obey Big Mac!”

Vinyl felt the rods begin vibrating against her plastic prison, and paint brushes began detailing her new plastic body. She let go and came, eyes rolling back into her head, as her mind was reprogrammed for the Ponymon competition.

Dash watched as Big Mac picked up his two new Ponymon: Vinyl and Octavia. Safely in their Ponymon balls, he clipped them to his belt.

He turned to face Rainbow Dash. “Are you mah next challenger?”

Author's Note

I wanna sex the very best, like nopony ever has,

To nail them it my real test, to orgasm is my cause!

Ponymon!